I know I curse the dreaded suburbs. I sincerely hate the fact that I work in my yokle hometown and not the big, bustling city in which I currently live. I can't stand the constant barrage of designer dogs and nannies walking the little blond children far too slowly.
But I take it all back.
Because yesterday, while pumping gas, I made Sammy Hagar laugh.
And I realized, there is something way better about making a (has been) celebrity laugh than one of you regular people. Suddenly, my life was validated. The thrill is indescribable. I wanted to hop onstage and do my little tequilla act for everyone.
Instead, I sent a mass text alerting my peeps to my incredibly exciting news.
Here's a smattering of response:
Mikey: He was probably trying to get away from you.
Ben: Too bad it wasn't David Lee Roth.
Alex: I bet he thought you were crazy.
And finally, Zoe: Wha? Where? Was he driving "55"...